carol vega Poems

You know how to make a woman feel good.
There's no way my feeling can be misunderstood.

You know how to make me melt.
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Lets make love tonight in the club.

Lets get away from the pub.
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I bet on my sentimental and I lost. I played with the devil, an expert in love. I'm not the first to win but I'm not the only one that lost. He knows how to play the cards well. I'm an angel with good intentions. If he lets me, ill play him again and try to win this time. Maybe he'll be more compassionate and let's me win this time. This time I played the cards slow and bet on my love. No sentimental attachments will be involved.
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THE DAY YOU LEFT ME EVERYTHING DISAPPEARED.
EVERYTHING SEEM NOT SO NEAR.
I WAS SURROUNDED WITH FEAR.
I DID LOVED YOU MY DEAR.
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Sometimes I wonder how things came to be.
Between you and me.

We started playing around.
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How can I control my emotion,
to my great devotion.
There's always a notion
to my demotion.
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What goes around, comes right back to the devil's mouth. Building blocks of lies leaves you high rise. I keep it real, no deal. Black smoke follows him, he's out on a limb. He thinks everyone is gifted like him. Not everyone can hold the truth, for God's sake. No brake when he's close to death no one can save him, lets not hold our breath. Darkness is that shadow he believes is his savior. The lonely cloud is his only friend cause his real friend realized, he is demonized. No wonder I feel his emptiness.
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